Posted: Sep 10, 08
5:43am
Yesterday, while most of you were in the air conditioned comfort of your homes or offices politely cursing at TBD under your breath, I was off doing one of my favorite things in the world: Sitting in the hot sun by the side of the road in Converse, Texas with a flat tire.
There are worse things I could have been doing...like amputating my limbs with a rusty hack saw, but for the most part, I wasn't really enjoying myself.
If this had happened to me in days of yore, it wouldn't have been a problem. I'd have had that puppy changed in no time (which is about an hour and fifteen minutes Prunella time), but since I'm now what you might refer to as a 'mere slip of a girl', (you might refer to me that way, but I wouldn't recommend it...I have a mean kick), I'm no match for pneumatically attached lug nuts or the wieght of steel bands and vulcanized rubber. The 'jack' I need has to be a big bulky guy who comes with his own tools.
This being Texas and a very friendly State, I didn't really have to wait too long before a knight in shining pick-up stopped to tackle this job for me. Three Dr. Pepper's later, I was back on the road and able to complete my business. I don’t know the guy’s name, but I think he said it was St. Christopher.
When was your last flat? Did you save yourself or did someone come to your rescue?
